Nothing
Pattern After Us
Say what I want and then we close the place
It's always hard to say what you really mean
Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood
And the tasteless places that remain
The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
I can't stay here
And waste, away dear
Somebody said dad had won the lottery
Was always something I could never trace
Sometimes I wonder how much you ended up with
And if you spent the whole thing in one place
The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
Suburban homeland sent the winter
The broken glass in the blades of grass
I can't stay here
And waste, away dear
The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
SongtexteSuburban homeland sent the winter
The broken glass in the blades of grass
The broken glass in the blades of grass
The broken glass in the blades of grass
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